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Jemma arrived at his flat early that afternoon. She had taken a few extra classes than him, ever the studious one, and heard Carrie’s peals of laughter before saying,
“Leo, you can’t eat all the frosting, or else there’d be none left for the cupcakes!”
Oh my. She could see the stern look on the little girl’s face right now. She knocked.
“Come in!” Oh, that’s odd. Fitz always checked who was outside the door, for his sister’s safety of course. And she could think of one man that caused this type of response. She clenched her fists, but released them to open the front door when Carrie, in her adorable Glaswegian accent, shouted at her “best girly friend” to come in.
“Girly friend? Are you saying you have boyfriends too?” She laughed at his concerned expression. Oh, how Fitz of him to hate her future boyfriends already. Total dad material. Nope, not going down that rabbit hole today, Jemma.
“How did you know it was me” she asked genuinely curious.
“I installed a camera in the peephole, so small you can’t see it with the naked eye. It’s connected to my phone.” She really tried not to focus on how he said naked...
“We’re having a contest to see who can frost the most cupcakes. But” she looked at Jemma in all seriousness, “they have to be perfect to count. And you’re the judge.”
“Oh, am I?” She looked at Fitz with an eyebrow raised in question to which he shrugged in return.
“And if I win, which I will” she looked pointedly at her brother. “I get to dye his hair.”
“Wait hold on now. That wasn’t-”
“That sounds like a wonderful idea Carrie!” She could already see how this was going to play out. Fitz would let her win, because that’s what he always does. And she really wouldn’t be surprised if Carrie found a way to dye his dirty blonde curls rainbow.
In the end, Fitz sat on the bathroom floor with his arms crossed and a cunning little girl standing on a stool behind him. She really would have preferred him not wear a shirt so that she could see those tattoos that so far, only Carrie, and whoever Fitz’s current girlfriend was, got to see.
“De nìomh?” She saw as the young girl sported a wild grin. She figured she knew what Fitz was asking.
“Tha mi tha dathadair.”
“Mhmm. A-nis, de nìomh” he asked more seriously.
“Oh” she said nonchalantly. “Dearg.” Fitz sputtered.
“Dè?”’
Hmm, guess he found out his little sister was dying his hair red. She and Carrie laughed and laughed until their stomachs hurt. And when Fitz asked if it was permanent, she just responded that it probably wouldn’t wash out before their lab tomorrow.